Awe is the wisdom of sweet sticky handed laughter. Let loose to tumble through doorways of my day. Eyes of wonderful, cherishing new gleam on faces found. Mystery of how this connects to that which we would have never guessed was related. Unexpected sparkles in the corner. © Ali Grimshaw 2021 Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft - Join us at dVerse HERE
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Ambling – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
Let's linger in the Autumn glow dusk is on its way to cloak us with comfort ease our worries loose to fall. Pausing here we become one with this seasonal scene of hush before continuing our saunter harvesting what matters most from this day. © Ali Grimshaw 2021 Join us on dVerse for Quadrille Monday HERE Photo take in Portland, Oregon 2020. View of the Willamette River.
500th – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
"The decision we face is not to chart the perfect way forward; it is simply to embark on a journey. Once we’ve taken a step forward, the work will teach us where to take a second step, and then a third, and so on. Purpose does not reveal itself to those sitting safely at the starting block. In other words, you don’t plan your way into finding your purpose. You live into it.” - Jacqueline Novogratz 500th I guess I can't call it an accident it's time to admit, intentionality. Claiming my inner poet five years ago (a birthday gift to myself) has led to this my 500th post. I would have given up sharing, long ago, if it hadn't been for you you reading, then reflecting back your thoughts in return. Knowing the aloneness of darkness I started with the desire to reach just one share my flashlight sit beside and just listen and listen some more. These years have brought your voices on the breeze, across seas, stanzas have sailed, flown and walked themselves beyond boundaries, I have heard your hearts. Together we are rewriting a world through poetry. Thank you for being a part of my journey. I am here to serve you in yours. I would love to write with you and hold space for your words. Renewal Through Poetry: Introductory Writing Circles March 7, 4:00 PM PST register here – Eventbrite
Quench
Choose a small cup
simple, without handle
each hand deserves a curve of warm
the offering of this today, inhabited
it cannot help but overflow
effortlessly overcome boundaries
designed by small needs
running down the sides in abundance.
Maybe you have forgotten
how little it takes
to satisfy thirst.
© Ali Grimshaw 2020
Minimalism: A Documentary About the Important Things – Available on Netflix
dVerse Poets Pub – Open Link Night
Leaf Man – poem by Ali Grimshaw
He brings me one each day
contrasts in shape, varied vibrancy
burnt red to ripe peach, presented
on the kitchen counter until evening
arrives at our window.
Held in his palm, our eyes meet
this wrinkled single donation
textured hues, imperfect edges
color story of today to cherish,
a temporary prize between us.
Trees give without expecting
something in return. Thankfully,
so does he.
© Ali Grimshaw 2018
May you find someone to share the beauty of nature with today.
dVerse Poet’s Pub – Open Link Night
A moment’s gift – poem by Ali Grimshaw
a time to keep silence near
exhale’s companion
a sound of not needing
to hold on,
open palm invitation
to allow the next
while nestled in cocooned cotton
like snowflakes in your hair
layers of white quiet, an offering
you didn’t have to earn
© Ali Grimshaw 2019
Quadrille for d’Verse – Turn, Turn, Turn
Orbiting
she wished to glue
leaves of color back onto the limbs
unprepared for season’s shift
then her dormant suitcase looked up
with eyes of grace, a reminder
of past orbits around the sun.
© Ali Grimshaw 2018
Ripe – a poem by Ali Grimshaw
organic prizes tended affectionately
primed by summer’s passionate heat and BB King’s blues
quenching warmth, a gathering of sunlight kisses
red ripe to tango with your tongue and mine
slip into my backyard to delight in this tender flesh
this ready to please moment soon closed for the season.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2018
Backyard Haiku
Celebrate Summer.
Don’t wait.
Be present to it’s taste.
Those that came before
We are held
by unseen hands
family that came before
to hack through the wild
make a trail.
We are held
by their stories, mistakes
and courage. Rightness,
who is to blame
the tinted glasses we wear.
We are held
within their intentions
by the invisible imagination
of their hearts.
© Ali Grimshaw 2018
Inspired by this quote from Moorezart “We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.” ― David Mitchell, The Cloud Atlas
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